All about me there went up that sweet incense of the country earth after rain; the ever-vivid colours of the Welsh landscape were heightened to brilliance; each twig of the hedge had its hanging diamonds. Across the green breast of the hill behind the farm there lay, striped like a medal-ribbon, the end of the rainbow. Hope and gaiety smiled from every inch of the rain-washed country; and I echoed: "Miss town? Not now, thank you."
"But you did at first, Joan."
"Oh, yes," I admitted. "Badly."
"Then why did you ever leave it? I've often wondered," said Captain Holiday. "Why did you come away?"
I hesitated. How could I tell him about Harry?
"It was a toss-up whether I stayed or came," I said.
Still leaning on that gate, Captain Holiday said: "I'm glad the country won that toss."
Still leaning on the gate, Captain Holiday said: "I'm
glad the country won that toss"